“Get up witch,” Juliet seized the duvet, the sun shine through the half-opened window, goosebumps were all over me as I struggled to get myself warm by tightly hugging myself. “Good morning Juliet,” I murmured. Curtsey was on one of the many things Margaret emphasized on. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? I said wake up witch.” And I thought Father considering to meet with the Ian’s for a marriage proposal was supposed to brighten her mood. I rushed out of the bed and ran like my life depended on it to the kitchen—I wouldn’t take any chances with Margaret, not after getting on the phone with my best friends. Oh no, Indiana, I felt like a terrible friend. I always knew I wasn’t entitled to have companies but deep down, I wanted to have friends like a normal young adult. As much as I enjoyed cooking, I couldn’t ignore the soreness from running errands. “Good morning Father,” I greeted while placing the plates on the wooden family dinning table. He hummed in acknowledgement. Jul
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